I have to admit, it was beginning to sound tempting…
“I don’t trust you.” I replied.
“Listen, I don’t give a damn about these girls.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“Right, and you only have their best interest at heart?”
I said nothing.
“I also still have my client list… rich men… lots of them.”
“Hedging your bets?” I responded, attaching the chain to her collar.
“We could make… millions!”
“Probably. And then at the first opportunity, you’d stab me in the back.”
“I would never do that!” she insisted.
“As long as I was still useful to you.” I retorted, releasing her foot from the handcuffs.
She didn’t reply.
I uncuffed her left hand from the headboard and turned on her over. She was not resisting me at all, apparently confident in her ability to manipulate me and get out of this.
“So, what do you say?” she asked, as I uncuffed her right hand from the headboard and cuffed her hands together behind her back, “We’d make a great team!”
“Let me think about it.” I replied, pulling her to her feet.
“I have to potty.”
“OK,” I sighed, leading her out to the main room, then to the restroom. Katie looked up at Catherine in shock, then started to cry again. Catherine stopped in her tracks, looking at each of the three girls. I prodded her along toward the restroom.
I followed her in to the restroom myself and plopped her down on the toilet.
“Those girls…” she began, “Are they the best you’ve got?”
I didn’t reply. The sound of her pissing was very loud; she really had to go.
“Listen,” she said, yet again, “They are cute and all, but they are kind of ‘trailer-park-cute’ if you know what I mean.”
I didn’t respond.
“The girls I know… I’m not talking trailer trash here.”
“One of them is my lover.”
“Um, well… listen,” she squirmed, “I said they were cute…um, but I mean, my girls are well beyond ‘cute’.”
“Hmmm… I don’t know…”
She finished her business and looked up at me.
“I can’t wipe.” she said, wiggling her cuffed hands.
I reached down with a sigh, grabbed a wad of paper and wiped her.
“I still need to think about it more.” I said.
“OK, but I’m telling you, we could make a killing!”
I grabbed her by the handcuffs and pulled her off the toilet, leading her in to the main room.
“Hi, girls! I’m Catherine.” She announced, “Your master and I might be working together.”
Flower and Baby looked at me in shock.
“I said I needed to think about it some more, Catherine.”
Baby continued to look at me, mouth wide open, as I ran Catherine’s chain through another ring in the ceiling. Catherine and Katie now both faced the stairs, about 4 feet apart. Baby and Flower were sitting on the futon.
I grabbed another ball gag and put it around Catherine’s head, slipping the ball down to her throat.
“So…” Catherine said nervously, “Do… do we have a deal?”
“Let me think, Catherine…” I said, pretending to be in deep thought for a few seconds.
“No.” I replied, slipping the gag over her mouth and walking over to the recliner.
“Mmmmm mmmm MMMMM?” she asked. I have no idea what she said, but it sounded like a question.
I sat there and studied both girls. Both were naked except for tattered shirts covering their arms, both hanging by neck collars, both with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
“MMMMM MMM MMMMM?” she repeated, with more urgency this time.
“Flower, come here.” I ordered.
“Yes, Master.” she replied, moving to stand in front of me.
“Are you ready to show that you can be useful around here?”
“I… Yes, Master, I am.” she replied, gaining some small bit of confidence.
“Good.” I said, handing her the dowel rod, “Take this.”
“I… I… ” Flower stammered, then regained her composure, “What would you like me to do, Master?”
I paused for a few seconds, appraising my two new acquisitions.
“Let’s start with Catherine…” I said thoughtfully, “Please beat her back to reality.”
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!” Catherine screamed through her ball gag as Flower turned to face her.
Flower circled around behind Catherine, twisting the rod in her hands, clearly nervous.
Catherine spun herself around to face Flower.
“Catherine, I would suggest you keep your back to her.” I offered.
“Gggrrrrrgggg!” Catherine growled through her ball gag.
After many long seconds of trying to work up her courage, Flower brought the rod back over her shoulder, bringing it down across the front of Catherine’s thighs, and…
Nothing.
I looked at Flower with a look of “Are you kidding me?”.
Flower fidgeted with the rod in her hands, looked at me, then back at Catherine, who was still facing her.
Flower again reared back, pausing briefly, then bringing the rod down across Catherine’s thighs.
“Nnkk!” Catherine yelped, weakly.
“Flower,” I said, “If you are not able to do this, please hand me the rod.”
“I… I can do this, Master.” she assured me.
Flower pulled the rod back over her shoulder again, her face flush and lightly sweating from nervousness, her expression hardening. I have no idea what was going on in her head, but it worked.
“Aaaaaagggggggg!!!” Catherine screamed, as the rod lashed the front of her thighs.
“I told you to face away from her.”
“Uhhh… uhhh… uhhh…” Catherine gasped.
Flower looked at me. I nodded once.
“Aaaaaaaaggggg!!!!!!” Catherine screamed, spinning around trying to avoid the second stroke.
Writhing in pain, Catherine lifted her legs off the ground, immediately choking as she put all her weight on the collar around her neck.
“And I’d keep my feet on the floor if I were you.” I suggested.
I held my hand up to Flower, signaling her to wait.
“You see how it works here?” I asked Catherine, spinning her back around to face me, and holding her in place, “There are no negotiations, no deal-making and no way for you to come out ahead.”
I signaled Flower with my index finger. She lashed the rod across both cheeks of Catherin’s ass.
Catherine screamed in agony, flailing around and slipping from my grasp, slobber dripping from her ball gag.
I spun her back around and grabbed her by the throat. I wasn’t strangling her, but holding her in place.
“There is only… obedience… or punishment.” I said, signaling Flower.
As Catherine was grimacing and screaming from the lash of the rod across the back of her thighs, I looked over and noticed that Katie appeared to be hyper-ventilating.
“Baby, take care of Katie.” I ordered.
“As of this moment, you are a sex slave.” I continued, “You are here to be trained, and then sold at auction to the highest bidder.”
I signaled to Flower and the rod landed across Catherine’s lower back. Her muffled screams barely registered with me as I looked over at Katie. She seemed to be doing better. Baby had removed her gag and she was breathing normally.
“Your old life is over. You will never return to it, your family or your friends.” Catherine braced for another lash of the rod, but I continued.
“Your new life is very simple; You will please your master, fulfilling his every whim, instantly and without complaint.” I signaled to Flower.
She lashed the rod across Catherine’s shoulders. Catherine thrust her chest toward me, letting out a long, deep, throaty moan.
“Now…” I began, “You will only have one chance at this. I’m going to lower your gag and I want you to say, ‘You are my Master and I am your obedient slave. I will fulfill your every whim.'”
I gave Catherine a few moments to calm down, then reached up and grabbed her ball gag, pausing long enough to get in her face.
“And please… say ‘Master’ with that condescending, sarcastic tone you used earlier, so I will have an excuse for Flower to beat you senseless.
I lowered the gag. Catherine swallowed and looked up at me, tears streaming down her bright red face.
“Please…
“Wrong answer!” I yelled, putting the gag back over her mouth.
I looked at Flower and held up ten fingers, then went over to check on Katie.
Catherine’s screams turned to background noise as I asked Baby if Katie was OK. Baby confirmed that she was, so I put the gag back in Katie’s mouth.
“Pay attention, Katie, and this will go easier for you.” I suggested.
She started sobbing, but nodded her head frantically. I felt a bit sorry for her. She was terrified.
It took me a few seconds to realize that Catherine had stopped screaming.
“I think she passed out!” Flower said.
“Baby, help Flower hold her up to take the pressure off her neck. Give her a minute. How many were you up to?” I asked.
“Seven, Master.” Flower answered.
“OK, when she wakes up, make sure she is fully awake, then give her the other three. I’m going to get some clothes on.”
I went upstairs, put jeans and a t-shirt on, took a piss and grabbed a glass of orange juice. As I was drinking it, I heard Catherine’s muffled screams again.
I went back downstairs, downed the rest of my orange juice and set the glass down.
Walking up to Catherine, I lifter her head up and looked in to her eyes.
“So, Are you going to say it this time, or are you up for another ten?” I asked.
“And if you fucking use the word ‘listen’ again, it’ll be twenty!” I added.
“Remember, it’s ‘You are my Master and I am your obedient slave. I will fulfill your every whim.’ I reminded her as I lowered the gag.
“You…
“Nice! I’m glad you are seeing it my way.”
She did not reply.
“What’s my name?” I asked Catherine, looking at Flower, giving her a nod.
“I don’t remem…” she was interrupted by Flower lashing the rod across her ass.
“Master!!!” she screamed, “You are Master! Pleassseee!”
“Good. And what are you?”
“I… I am your obedient slave.”
“And what do you do?”
“I… I…” she started, unsure of the answer I was looking for, “I fulfill your every whim?”
“Good. I think you’ve got it!” I praised, “Remember this night well, because any disobedience, or even hesitation to carry out an order, will get you ten lashes of the rod.”
She didn’t respond.
“Now, we won’t have any more of your scheming will we?”
“…No.” she replied, weakly. Flower brought the rod down across her lower back. Catherine’s whole body jerked and tightened as she howled in pain.
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